A face can tell you a million things, ugly or pretty, smiling or frowning, cold or warm.
It can tell you all you need to know, just one look in their eyes and you can tell if you want to spend the rest of your life with them or dump them right here and right now.
When I saw her smiling face, young and fresh always smiling with blond locks that seemed to go on forever, it was as if I was looking at a beautiful stranger's face and not a long lost childhood friend.
"Claire?"
I wasn't a 'fresh' teenager in that one moment slinging catch phrases like flap jacks or finding a joke in the dark corners, nope right then I was a blushing boy without a witty thing to say to the popular girl smiling at me and making me sweat.
"Zach, hi it's been awhile, how are you?"
For a moment I want to pitch myself awake, she's talking to me, me and the word 'freak' isn't coming from her lips, nope all that's there is a little dip of a smile, sweet and innocent.
"Well, I'm-"
"Claire come on, their waiting for us, is this freak bugging you? Go home, homo."
The smile that was coming shy and awkward drops and all that's left is a frown that I find fits my face too well and I'm afraid that it will stay like this forever.
"Ummm…let's go, Jackie."
She pulls her away and a fear is growing deep inside, is this how it ends? Me and her on other sides of the line never crossing over, not even one little part of us?
As she goes, a little smile comes out and her words come as shocks to my system, 'sorry' and that smile inviting me over the line with one little finger.
My frown leaves in a rush and all that is left is the smile that is for her and her alone as I realize that even with her new face and tiny little curls she was still 'Claire' under it all and there always will be a place for me even if it wasn't today or tomorrow, someday I would find myself with her, friend or lover.
